He's finished his beer by the time she comes over to collect his plate, so he hands her that too with a mouthed 'thanks,' thinking of Maria when he really wants to do anything but that right now. If not for that reminder, he might have passed out before Jess could make it back outside, but as it is he sits up a little bit and whistles for Rocky, losing sight of him in the dim lighting. He races back to the deck from not-too-far, bounding up and into Frank's lap near violently. It knocks the wind out of his chest, but he just releases a tiny cough and pets the dog like he didn't just try to murder him.

"You're a special kinda stupid, ain't ya?"